Blow a Kiss
Title: Blow a Kiss
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13/ PG
Pairings: Broken!Minkey
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Inspired by the song S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W- My Chemical Romance
A hand reached forward, roughly grabbing the thin wrist of another, bruising the already black and blue skin. Once flawless, now marred by the harshness of someone once loved. Struggling to break free, he cried out, but the hand of the other soon silenced his many cries.
He couldn’t breath, but when he struggled to break free the hand only held him even more tightly than before. All he could do was cry silently, more air escaping his fragile body with every second. Just as the last bit of air left him, his attackers hand left his mouth and violently gripped his waist. He could feel the other’s breath against his ear, whispering promises of love to him. His brain ached with confusion, how many promises would he get before any of them were fulfilled? He tried to push him away, he couldn’t breath again, he was being squeezed too tightly.
Why was life so cruel to him? No matter how much he wanted to hate, he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself leave the other’s side. They needed each other. His breath was Minho’s, Minho’s was his. Their love may have been crumbling, but it was still there. It hadn’t disappeared.
No matter how many hits he took, he couldn’t forget the times Minho told him he was beautiful. Deep down he knew that he no longer was, but when he was with Minho, he could almost hear him tell him that he was, just like he had before. Sometimes, he made him feel safe. Even when he wasn’t.
Minho didn’t always hurt him, it wasn’t something that happened very often. Only sometimes. It was usually when Minho had too much to drink, he would come home and get angry about things that wouldn’t normally irritate him. Dirty dishes, things on the floor, the television not being turned off.
When he had first started drinking he would only throw things or kick them, but once his drinking problem worsened, it turned more violent than before. Light pushes would escalate to shoves, shoves to punches. Minho didn’t even know what he was doing when he would repeatedly punch the boy lying on the floor, writhing and crying for help.
Later, Kibum would walk shakily to the bathroom, clutching his broken nose, hands covered in its warm blood. He would reach for a washcloth, hands trembling as he wetted it with hot water and gently pressed it to his nose. He would stumble backward, back against the wall, and take a couple of weak breathes before rinsing the cloth that was now stained red with his own blood.
He stood at the door to his and Minho’s room, and after thinking about it for several minutes, would return to the bathroom where he would take out a towel to sleep on for the night. He looked out the small window built into the bathroom wall, staring up into the night sky. It had long since grown dark, the sun disappearing and the once light streets now flooding with darkness.
Minho was in the other room and Kibum knew he could go and take out some clothes for him to sleep in, because Minho would be too tired to hurt him anymore. He didn’t want to though, he couldn’t stand to watch Minho fall apart the way he was. He couldn’t bear to think about what might happen if things kept going the way they were, so he gently lay down onto the towel that sat on the floor and closed his eyes.
He would wake the next morning and walk to the kitchen, making Minho’s favorite breakfast for him because he knew Minho hadn’t meant it. He was upset about something else and had taken it out on him; he most likely wouldn’t remember last night’s events anyway. He usually didn’t. Minho walked silently into the kitchen, behind Kibum, and wrapped his arms around him. He jumped slightly at the others touch, fear instinctively filling him, but he soon relaxed in the other’s arms when he knew that there was nothing malicious about his actions.
When Kibum turned to face his love, a tired smile on his face, the other’s smile turned to a look of concern. Minho reached up and gently touched his face. Kibum was confused, was there something wrong with his face?
“Is there something wrong?” He whispered. Minho nodded,
“Honey, what happened to your face? It’s bruised.” Kibum reached up and felt around his eye, flinching a little at the pain. He knew why his face was like this, of course, but he didn’t want to hurt Minho with the truth.
“I must’ve fallen last night, that’s all.” Minho nodded, his lips pressed thin in slight disbelief. Kibum gave him a small smile and Minho couldn’t help but smile back, bending down to gently kiss the bruised skin. Kibum’s body filled with warmth, this is why he couldn’t hate Minho, he just loved him too much to hate him. He wrapped his arms around the taller male contentedly, but when the other tried to return the hug, he let out a cry of pain. Minho immediately released him,
“Are you okay? Kibum. Tell me what’s wrong.” Kibum shook his head while gripping his aching side, trying to act as if nothing had happened. He should have known that this would happen eventually. Minho tenderly removed the hand clutching his side and lifted the thin material covering the evidence of what had happened the night before. His eyes widened and he looked up at Kibum, horrified. “Did I- did I do this to you?” Kibum shook his head again, wiping away the tears he could no longer hold back. Minho took a step back and Kibum lunged foreword, grabbing him and pressing him flush with his own chest.
“It’s okay, you didn’t mean it.”
“N- no I- I shouldn’t hav-” He replied, horrified by what he had done to the one he loved the most. He gently pushed Kibum away, careful not to hurt him anymore than he already had. “I should leave.” Kibum’s eyes widened in terror, this is what he had been so afraid of. He tried to grab the him again, only to be pushed away once again. Minho turned and ran from him, fleeing into their room and starting to grab several of his things before shoving them into the first bag he could find. Kibum ran after him, tears staining his bruise-covered face. He slammed the door closed behind them, he couldn’t let Minho leave him. He didn’t care how many times he hit him, that pain was nothing compared to the pain of trying to live without his other half.
“You can’t leave me, please don’t! Please, Minho, I love you!” He cried, his body shaking with sobs. Minho didn’t respond and continued to pack his things, holding back his own tears. He walked up to Kibum’s trembling figure, his arms out in an attempt to prevent Minho from leaving.
“Kibum, let me leave.”
“No! I- I can’t! I love you! P- please don’t leave me.” He wept, staring up into Minho’s dark eyes.
“How long have I been doing this to you?” Kibum looked down at him feet, watching the tears drip onto them, rolling off and sinking into the white carpet beneath them. Minho took another step forward, “A long time, right?” Kibum shook his head, eyes filling with terror as Minho took a third step closer to him. “You’re even afraid of me now, Kibum! What if I hurt you more than I already have? What if I accidently kill you?!”
“You w- wouldn’t do that, Minho. It’s okay, I forgive you! Just please don’t leave m-”
“No. It’s what’s best for both of us, Kibum. I know now, you need to find someone else. Someone that will make you happier than I ever did, someone that wont hurt you.” He softly pushed Kibum to the side and strode out the door, only to stop at the exit to their apartment. He turned back to Kibum, who stood at the entrance to their bedroom, with a sad smile. “I love you, Kibum.” He whispered softly before disappearing into the night, never to be seen by Kim Kibum ever again.
xxXXXxx
I felt a gust of cold wind blow through my hair as I looked out at the thousands of shining lights of the city; today was the anniversary of Minho’s death. The love of my life had died in a car accident last year. I never dated again after he left me that night, I couldn’t bring myself to love anyone else but him.
I could feel the tears starting to form and took a deep breath, pressing the tips of my fingers to my lips and blowing a kiss into the night air. Maybe it might reach Minho in heaven, or wherever he currently was. I blinked a couple times and the tears now flowed freely down my face.
I still love you, Minho. I always will.
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13/ PG
Pairings: Broken!Minkey
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Inspired by the song S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W- My Chemical Romance
A hand reached forward, roughly grabbing the thin wrist of another, bruising the already black and blue skin. Once flawless, now marred by the harshness of someone once loved. Struggling to break free, he cried out, but the hand of the other soon silenced his many cries.
He couldn’t breath, but when he struggled to break free the hand only held him even more tightly than before. All he could do was cry silently, more air escaping his fragile body with every second. Just as the last bit of air left him, his attackers hand left his mouth and violently gripped his waist. He could feel the other’s breath against his ear, whispering promises of love to him. His brain ached with confusion, how many promises would he get before any of them were fulfilled? He tried to push him away, he couldn’t breath again, he was being squeezed too tightly.
Why was life so cruel to him? No matter how much he wanted to hate, he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself leave the other’s side. They needed each other. His breath was Minho’s, Minho’s was his. Their love may have been crumbling, but it was still there. It hadn’t disappeared.
No matter how many hits he took, he couldn’t forget the times Minho told him he was beautiful. Deep down he knew that he no longer was, but when he was with Minho, he could almost hear him tell him that he was, just like he had before. Sometimes, he made him feel safe. Even when he wasn’t.
Minho didn’t always hurt him, it wasn’t something that happened very often. Only sometimes. It was usually when Minho had too much to drink, he would come home and get angry about things that wouldn’t normally irritate him. Dirty dishes, things on the floor, the television not being turned off.
When he had first started drinking he would only throw things or kick them, but once his drinking problem worsened, it turned more violent than before. Light pushes would escalate to shoves, shoves to punches. Minho didn’t even know what he was doing when he would repeatedly punch the boy lying on the floor, writhing and crying for help.
Later, Kibum would walk shakily to the bathroom, clutching his broken nose, hands covered in its warm blood. He would reach for a washcloth, hands trembling as he wetted it with hot water and gently pressed it to his nose. He would stumble backward, back against the wall, and take a couple of weak breathes before rinsing the cloth that was now stained red with his own blood.
He stood at the door to his and Minho’s room, and after thinking about it for several minutes, would return to the bathroom where he would take out a towel to sleep on for the night. He looked out the small window built into the bathroom wall, staring up into the night sky. It had long since grown dark, the sun disappearing and the once light streets now flooding with darkness.
Minho was in the other room and Kibum knew he could go and take out some clothes for him to sleep in, because Minho would be too tired to hurt him anymore. He didn’t want to though, he couldn’t stand to watch Minho fall apart the way he was. He couldn’t bear to think about what might happen if things kept going the way they were, so he gently lay down onto the towel that sat on the floor and closed his eyes.
He would wake the next morning and walk to the kitchen, making Minho’s favorite breakfast for him because he knew Minho hadn’t meant it. He was upset about something else and had taken it out on him; he most likely wouldn’t remember last night’s events anyway. He usually didn’t. Minho walked silently into the kitchen, behind Kibum, and wrapped his arms around him. He jumped slightly at the others touch, fear instinctively filling him, but he soon relaxed in the other’s arms when he knew that there was nothing malicious about his actions.
When Kibum turned to face his love, a tired smile on his face, the other’s smile turned to a look of concern. Minho reached up and gently touched his face. Kibum was confused, was there something wrong with his face?
“Is there something wrong?” He whispered. Minho nodded,
“Honey, what happened to your face? It’s bruised.” Kibum reached up and felt around his eye, flinching a little at the pain. He knew why his face was like this, of course, but he didn’t want to hurt Minho with the truth.
“I must’ve fallen last night, that’s all.” Minho nodded, his lips pressed thin in slight disbelief. Kibum gave him a small smile and Minho couldn’t help but smile back, bending down to gently kiss the bruised skin. Kibum’s body filled with warmth, this is why he couldn’t hate Minho, he just loved him too much to hate him. He wrapped his arms around the taller male contentedly, but when the other tried to return the hug, he let out a cry of pain. Minho immediately released him,
“Are you okay? Kibum. Tell me what’s wrong.” Kibum shook his head while gripping his aching side, trying to act as if nothing had happened. He should have known that this would happen eventually. Minho tenderly removed the hand clutching his side and lifted the thin material covering the evidence of what had happened the night before. His eyes widened and he looked up at Kibum, horrified. “Did I- did I do this to you?” Kibum shook his head again, wiping away the tears he could no longer hold back. Minho took a step back and Kibum lunged foreword, grabbing him and pressing him flush with his own chest.
“It’s okay, you didn’t mean it.”
“N- no I- I shouldn’t hav-” He replied, horrified by what he had done to the one he loved the most. He gently pushed Kibum away, careful not to hurt him anymore than he already had. “I should leave.” Kibum’s eyes widened in terror, this is what he had been so afraid of. He tried to grab the him again, only to be pushed away once again. Minho turned and ran from him, fleeing into their room and starting to grab several of his things before shoving them into the first bag he could find. Kibum ran after him, tears staining his bruise-covered face. He slammed the door closed behind them, he couldn’t let Minho leave him. He didn’t care how many times he hit him, that pain was nothing compared to the pain of trying to live without his other half.
“You can’t leave me, please don’t! Please, Minho, I love you!” He cried, his body shaking with sobs. Minho didn’t respond and continued to pack his things, holding back his own tears. He walked up to Kibum’s trembling figure, his arms out in an attempt to prevent Minho from leaving.
“Kibum, let me leave.”
“No! I- I can’t! I love you! P- please don’t leave me.” He wept, staring up into Minho’s dark eyes.
“How long have I been doing this to you?” Kibum looked down at him feet, watching the tears drip onto them, rolling off and sinking into the white carpet beneath them. Minho took another step forward, “A long time, right?” Kibum shook his head, eyes filling with terror as Minho took a third step closer to him. “You’re even afraid of me now, Kibum! What if I hurt you more than I already have? What if I accidently kill you?!”
“You w- wouldn’t do that, Minho. It’s okay, I forgive you! Just please don’t leave m-”
“No. It’s what’s best for both of us, Kibum. I know now, you need to find someone else. Someone that will make you happier than I ever did, someone that wont hurt you.” He softly pushed Kibum to the side and strode out the door, only to stop at the exit to their apartment. He turned back to Kibum, who stood at the entrance to their bedroom, with a sad smile. “I love you, Kibum.” He whispered softly before disappearing into the night, never to be seen by Kim Kibum ever again.
xxXXXxx
I felt a gust of cold wind blow through my hair as I looked out at the thousands of shining lights of the city; today was the anniversary of Minho’s death. The love of my life had died in a car accident last year. I never dated again after he left me that night, I couldn’t bring myself to love anyone else but him.
I could feel the tears starting to form and took a deep breath, pressing the tips of my fingers to my lips and blowing a kiss into the night air. Maybe it might reach Minho in heaven, or wherever he currently was. I blinked a couple times and the tears now flowed freely down my face.
I still love you, Minho. I always will.